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Chapter 211: Broken Joy
The moment I spread my fingertips, blood gushed out.
Fuck.
Damned Pelleer.
All that manifested was a faint, scattering ember.
Even before the ember reached Vassago, the distance between him and me continued to widen.
At this very moment, my body continued to plummet downwards.
The feeling of falling into the bottomless pit.
Weeing—
Even that was reaching its limit.
I seized the faintly felt mana and forcibly cast a levitation spell.
"Keup."
I coughed up blood as if it were flowing in reverse throughout my body, and once again manipulated 'Broken Joy.'
Still, I felt nothing.
Suddenly, I felt an ominous sensation and looked up into the air, only to see Vassago's figure gradually fading away.
As expected. He must have prepared another magic circle to escape from this place.
At the same time, the sky shuddered, and a premonitory symptom appeared, as if something was about to collapse.
Saa—.
It was then that a single line of light cut through the sky with a chilling sound.
Black, who had appeared far away in the air, slashed his heart-piercing flow towards Vassago.
The moment the flow of mana in the entire space fluctuated with the explosive roar, I realized Black's intention.
The magic circle.
Black was trying to destroy the magic circle.
[……Those tenacious things, until the very end.]
Kwaang—
The moment it seemed like Vassago was approaching Black, who was exposed in a defenseless state.
Black, who appeared as small as a dot, began to plummet as he broke through the air.
"Keuk."
Kwaang—!
The moment I received Black, who was catapulting down like an arrow, with my body, my gaze involuntarily went to his right hand.
The hand, which was clutching something, was completely covered in blood.
It seemed he had somehow found the remaining blade of the severed black sword.
"Crazy bastard."
"You're one to talk."
Black, forcibly shaking off my hand, began to leap upwards, using the crumbling fragments as footholds.
His right hand still tightly gripped the blade of the black sword.
I knew that he too had reached his limit.
It wasn't difficult for me to catch up with him at the speed I was barely levitating and ascending.
Kukukung—
Looking up into the air at the roaring sound that was heard once again, I saw Vassago looking down at us with a jaded face.
A hole in his heart, his right arm severed.
Magical energy was scattering from his whole body, but his expression was anything but.
[……Tenacious things. But this is the end. Whatever your true identity, the prophecy will be fulfilled.]
At that moment, Black let out a wry smile.
[Samael. Today's debt, I will ask of your clan.]
"Bullshit."
It wasn't difficult to notice that the magic circle had already been activated.
Also, that this space would collapse the moment he escaped to the outside.
Pajijik—
I opened the mana circle as if squeezing out the last remaining strength.
I knew well that this was the end.
Cheok—
It was then that Black grabbed my wrist.
"Let's do it at the same time."
The moment I made eye contact with Black, who grabbed me with his blood-soaked hand, a powerful wave temporarily erupted.
It's not a normal manifestation of a mana core.
This guy is also thinking of overloading the source of his core.
Saaa—.
The moment Black disappeared with the afterimage, I rotated the circle in my heart beyond its limit.
At the moment when I ignored the warning of my brain and felt like I was suffocating and my organs were about to explode.
Pajijik—!
The prelude to forced overload.
With the rotation of the unstable circle, like a fluctuating wave, a massive amount of mana flowed into my heart instantaneously.
At the same time as leaping with space acceleration, I stretched out my palm forward and strongly struck Black's back.
"You crazy……."
Paaak—!
Black's pupils, which were bouncing off, were filled with a dumbfounded look, but instead of answering, I passed him and soared upwards.
There's no need to overload this guy's mana core.
I stretched out both hands towards Vassago, who was gradually fading away.
[……That can't be!]
As if recalling the memory from a moment ago, Vassago, who instinctively screamed in terror, frantically waved his hand.
Kwakwakwang—!
The moment the ceiling began to collapse, I was completely ready to destroy the circle.
What can be obtained in exchange for the aftershock is a fleeting opportunity.
Only once.
Just once.
I stretched out my left hand and aimed at Vassago.
What I'm about to unleash is Pelleer's incantation.
A shockwave manifested by countless concentrated embers.
Sensing something, Vassago once again began to look at me, and I also looked at him through my narrowed vision.
Now is the time.
"……."
It was an ironic moment.
The reason I couldn't overload the mana circle wasn't because of some silly hesitation.
At that fleeting moment when I was about to cause an overload.
Suddenly, my left hand, which I stretched out towards Vassago, kept pulling my gaze.
Black, who had grabbed my wrist with his blood-soaked hand.
From the wrist where his warmth remained, a small light emanated.
In the center of the stone bracelet, faded by blood, the crystal that shone uniquely.
The crystal, about which I had only heard that its use was unknown when I asked Fichte, who had visited the main house sometime ago, now had a crack and was emitting a blue light.
Saaa—
The moment I felt the abundant mana surging into my body through my wrist, I realized its source and immediately struck down on the stone bracelet.
Swaaa—!
The crack in the crystal widened, and mana flowing in like a waterfall saturated the circle, and soon another circle was generated.
I stretched out my left hand and recited the incantation.
The moment Vassago, who sensed the huge wave, had an unprecedented look of urgency in his eyes,
A small white wave, the size of a fingertip, extended outward.
7-circle thermal system.
Volcanic.
The concentrated heat that explodes the moment it touches.
The light that erupted from the heat, only the size of a fingertip, filled the entire space.
When the afterimage of the light, which seemed to blind me, engulfed my entire vision.
All the magical creations that existed in the space were completely destroyed, and Vassago's terrible scream echoed.
Saaaaaaaa—!
As soon as the light subsided, the guy's remains were visible in the air.
Vassago's body, which had exploded with white sparks all over his body, was already crushed beyond recognition.
Even that was only for a moment.
The sparks of Volcanic engulfed Vassago as it was, and a long scream stretched out.
It was a futilely simple result.
Annihilation.
"Hoo."
The moment I felt the strength drain from my whole body and my body seemed to melt down, I laughed.
This was because all the space visible in my vision began to melt down at the same time.
It wasn't a good sign.
From the beginning, this place was created to prevent leaving any evidence of the summoning ritual itself.
Now that the magic circle had been broken, I knew well that it was insufficient to destroy this place with physical force. It was a space that didn't disappear even after being hit by a meteor.
What can I do?
I have to try even if it's a desperate struggle.
Saa—.
At that moment, a faint sound of air being torn apart was heard from close range.
Black, who had appeared after tearing through space, grabbed me as he breathed heavily.
In the space that was disappearing every moment, we fell at the same time.
It was then that my eyes suddenly twinkled.
'Hmm.'
The light emitted by the completely broken blue crystal was dazzling like shimmering waves.
Blink.
As soon as I closed and opened my eyes, the glow that had disappeared like an illusion.
Instead, what appeared in the empty space in front of me was…….
"A sword?"
It's not Black's.
A single sword, imbued with strong energy, gently bent as if it had a will and cut through the space from left to right.
The moment I felt familiar with the pattern on the scabbard, I heard a laugh.
"Hoho."
"……."
The melting space burst out and my vision cleared, and through it, a familiar woman appeared with a black lotus.
"I didn't expect it to break so soon. You have a rough personality when it comes to gifts, Ruin."
"……."
"Oh, the young master of a divine clan is here too?"
"……."
"Hmm."
The woman, looking around, spoke with an ambiguous expression.
"Am I late again this time?"
At this moment.
This thought came to my mind before any sense of relief.
There's no need to ask about the meaning of 'Broken Joy.'
***
Originally, after a major crisis has passed, it is a long-standing custom on the continent to lie down for a few days to receive treatment.
To tell a widely known secret that men in the know all understand, the truth is that the majority of them are often feigning it.
A hero who magnificently resolves a crisis with all his might and faints at the perfect moment.
How coincidental.
Of course, there will be men who actually fell into critical condition, but their number is not so large.
It's more like a mindset of lying down in a warm room and waiting for attention to soar.
As a matter of course, I also followed the continent's long-standing custom and first lay down and tried to faint, but…….
"Hoho. It seems that something interesting has happened."
The reason I couldn't let go of my mental thread was due to the shock of the surrounding scenery.
As soon as I came outside with Loren, I immediately realized why the external personnel, including Altair, couldn't find us.
The scenery of the far west of Keplan was nowhere to be seen, and what was visible in front of me was a large clock tower.
As soon as I raised my head above the huge shadow cast, a chuckle flowed out.
A huge circular building was floating above my head.
If my memory is correct... this is the headquarters of the Magic Tower Alliance.
"So that's how it was."
The situation of suddenly appearing in the middle of Keplan's downtown.
"Hmm."
Loren, looking around, suddenly looked at the western sky and tilted her head.
Her eyes narrowed.
As if by agreement, Black and I also spat out the blood pooling in our mouths and looked up at the sky.
The gray mist that enveloped the entire Keplan had disappeared.
Instead, a huge red sun, rising in the western sky, shone down on the earth like sunlight, and several huge airships, including the Flower Sword Ship, were majestically decorating the sky.
Loren turned to look at me.
"……Was it a demon?"
I spat out the rising nausea from within once before answering.
"It was the leader."
"The leader?"
Loren's voice changed.
As soon as I nodded, Loren rummaged in her arms.
"Rest for a while, Ruin."
As soon as I sat down on the floor and took a big breath, the tearing pain began to rush in.
Black, who was sitting next to me, also seemed to be in serious condition, but his eyes were rather calm.
The Summoning. Vassago. The Myriad Demon Assembly.
What they were aiming for from the beginning was the entire Keplan.
A diversionary tactic.
It was clear that they intended to seize the Alliance headquarters as soon as the summoning was over.
Since the White Heron was the leader, it wouldn't have been a difficult task.
The more I think about it, the more ingenious it is.
"......Sword Master."
[TL/N: Her Title is not confirmed]
It was then that Black, lost in thought, called Loren in a cracked voice. Loren looked at Black and briefly bowed her head.
"Has it been almost two years? Since the Divine Seal Banquet, is this the first time we've met? First Young Master."
Black began to stare intently at Loren.
"Hoho. Is there something on my face? I haven't been able to see much sunlight lately, though."
"Did it reach you?"
It was a sudden question without any context, but everyone here immediately understood the meaning of the question.
I couldn't help but chuckle.
To ask such a question at this moment.
Once again, it's a moment where I understand the world's assessment of Black, who is obsessed with swords.
Saaa—.
Suddenly, I felt a strong wind blowing above my head, and then a whirlwind began to rage as if a hole had been pierced in the sky.
As soon as the Flower Sword Ship, which was in the western sky, appeared in the middle of the city, Loren quickly walked out.
A familiar man, who got off from the front of the Flower Sword Ship, looked at Loren, his eyes widening, and ran out.
"Sword Master? Has your seclusion already ended? How did you get here……."
"Hoho. It turned out this way because of someone."
While the man, who suddenly realized something, was looking around, I shouted.
"You're late, Third Military Commander?"
"Ah, Lord Ruin!"
Only then did Fichte come running towards us in a hurry. Fichte, who checked the condition of me and Black, widened his eyes as if he were shocked.
This was the first time I had seen Fichte with such a flustered expression.
"It's alright. I won't die. I won't die."
Fichte quickly asked.
"Who was it?"
"The leader. I eliminated him."
After letting out a groan, Fichte asked.
"……Was it the summoning?"
I nodded.
"A high-ranking demon. Even stronger ones will appear from now on. We need to prepare immediately."
Sasaasa—.
I have now reached the point where I can distinguish allies by the sound of their footsteps alone.
I faintly heard the sound of the crazy mage's unique footwork, and then resounding booms that shook the entire city erupted simultaneously.
"Danzaaaaaaaaaang!"
"……."
I somehow felt fatigue coming over me.
Suddenly, I felt something strange and looked to the side, only to see Black already lying on the floor, closing his eyes as if he had lost consciousness.
I coughed a few times and then quickly grabbed my chest.
"Keuk, I'm a bit tired…… Third Military Commander, please gather the people."
I also fainted according to the continent's long-standing custom.
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